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A Woman’s Pains Never End

“Satan be damned!” She was barely conscious. She cleared her throat with difficulty, surprised to find herself alone in a hotel room. The night light she had left on in the bathroom, to help calm her fears, was still lit. The magazine was exactly where she had tossed it, open, on the vacant bed beside her.

For the Voice, For the Fragile Echo

When we sat scattered around the yard, which we secured with this old iron bolt, as we did each lunar month, it was easy to miss her arrival, which she dissimulated and wished to cache in an atmosphere that she caressed affectionately with her constant motion, because she valued a beautiful surprise or the possibility of a hush-hush entrance veiled in tranquility.

Tragic Strip

T. Motley is a comic strip illustrator and "cartooniologist."

Some Films in Which Kitty Dawson Appears

Clouds gather and clot the clear blue expanse of the sky until it is thick and heavy and threatening to do something: what? As above, so below: a variety of dogs begin to appear in the streets, first singly, then doubly, then, if not already accompanied by a pack, joining up one already on patrol.


The Brooklyn Rail

OCT 2011

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